Open[ed] My Heart
Silence fell.
No words came from their mouths.
We remain silent for You, to
hear the words that bring us
to our knees -
We pray. The trees' limbs are
stretched high from the earth before
the wind bends them, bowing
over and over
beyond Sunday.
Silence holds my lips. They say,
before I was made, You knew me.
You knew I would follow
You and only waited -
offered me
before a church, humming
repeatedly with prayer.
Now and
before my heartbeat -
You open, and opened, my heart.
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